A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 462 Miao Lian's Poaching, Old Pao's Defeat

"Company commander, this kid's wavering! You really have a good eye for talent." The old gunman secretly gave him a thumbs up in praise.

Feng Yuxiu remained expressionless. "If that's the case, then I'm very disappointed. It shows that he lacks his own opinions."

The old man paused for a moment, then said, "Isn't this a good thing? We've been assimilated by the melting pot."

“Soldiers like that are everywhere, but unique soldiers are the ones who will be good prospects. Miao Lian has been secretly observing for the past few days, and he has his eye on this soldier.”

The veteran chuckled awkwardly, "Company commander, I don't think you care about these greenhorns."

Feng Yuxiu glanced at it and said, "Old Pao, did you think of this yourself, or is it just a rumor?"

In an instant, Lao Pao realized he had said too much. He was just a corporal, and he was facing a captain who had been promoted from soldier to officer in just a few years.

This company commander was not one of those college student officers who would just mutter complaints when told a word.

He dared to take on those new recruits alone, even though he was unfamiliar with the place, not only to establish his authority.

But no veteran called him a fool.

Although the rumors say he's a fierce warrior who has fought in modern warfare, unless you've seen it with your own eyes, this sense of awe will be suppressed and unable to erupt.

Therefore, the veterans did not care about this war weapon that was rumored to be miraculous.

"Company Commander, this... this is the company commander. We've heard that you've never attended a debriefing meeting since the start of recruit training, nor have you given us any instructions. We thought you didn't care."

"Old gun, how about I give you a report tonight?"

"Reporting to the company commander, I dare not!" Old Pao stood ramrod straight.

"What's the point of giving speeches and lectures? There's no point at all. Good soldiers are trained and become good through self-discipline. This isn't a pig farm where you have to supervise them to eat, drink, and relieve themselves. I'm not an officer who graduated from an officer academy; I don't have that much formal education."

"If I hear this again, I'll promote you. Now get in there."

"Yes!" The old man shook himself, turned around, and walked into the dormitory of the third squad.

When they saw Lao Pao come in, the new recruits in the third squad all shut their mouths. Xiao Zhuang silently got into bed with his back to the door.

"go to bed!"

The old man shouted once, and then there was no more rustling sound.

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The old man lay on the bed, gazing at the figure in the darkness with admiration in his eyes.

Such soldiers may be difficult to tame, but they are courageous, responsible, and have their own opinions, which is rare...

Mingming was in the cafeteria today, and he was able to listen to Chen Xiwa without anyone around him knowing.

He could eat as soon as the water basin was full, but he stubbornly endured it.

Hiking in the rain late at night, getting soaked, and then being hungry.

This soldier can still be so tough... he has character, I like him.

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The next day was sunny.

On the parade ground of the military hospital, female recruits from the new recruit company were resting in the shade after finishing their training.

Xiao Ying's eyes, like clear water reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, revealed a melancholy air about this nineteen-year-old girl who seemed to be waiting for her husband.

Xiao Fei spotted her from afar and ran over to sit down, her slender waist highlighting the roundness of her peach-like figure.

"Xiaoying, why did you join the army instead of finding a good relationship? Are you still thinking about your Xiaozhuang?"

Xiaoying choked up, "I'm worried about him."

Xiao Fei smoothed her short hair and looked up at the sky. "We're not going to fight tomorrow, what are you worried about?"

Xiaoying cried, "He's been stubborn since he was little. If others go along with him and respect him, even if it's just superficial, he'll risk everything for them. But if someone targets him, he'll really do things like a stubborn mule without a care in the world."

Xiao Fei laughed and said, "It's because you can't endure hardship, you insist on being a pampered soldier."

Xiaoying stood up. "No, you grew up in the military, so you must be used to it. But we've never had any contact, especially Xiaozhuang, who has never been supervised by anyone since he was a child. He studied art and had a lot of freedom and was unrestrained. I'm just afraid that he will be discharged from the army in the end."

"Now I don't even know which unit he's in, and even writing letters or making phone calls is a luxury. It feels like I've lost him. I've lost him temporarily."

Xiao Fei patted her chest and said, "I'll look into this for you. As long as you're in our army, I can find anyone you want to talk to."

"Really, Xiaofei? That's great!"

Xiaoying smiled and hugged Xiaofei.

Xiao Fei smiled and said, "You're just as love-struck as my friend. She was the same way... but she can't get over it now. I really don't understand you people who like stinky men. It hurts your hearts and your bodies."

"Huh?" Xiaoying asked, bewildered.

"nothing."

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Zhuang Yan's stubbornness ultimately prevented him from apologizing. He conveyed with his eyes that death was acceptable, but making him submit was out of the question.

So it happened on the parade ground of the Great Merit Regiment.

A company of soldiers, shirtless, wearing camouflage pants and combat boots, carried Type 81-1 automatic rifles across the parade ground.

Chen, who was leading the team, shouted slogans with great enthusiasm.

Chen Xiwa looked enviously at the muscular veteran and asked, "Squad leader, which company is he from?"

The old man glanced at it and said, "Reconnaissance Company, the company I'm in, do you know its nickname? Night Tigers! Since the Anti-Japanese War, we have been the Red Army's spearhead company. In almost every war of the Republic, the Night Tigers Company has been the spearhead. So, whether it's our division, the entire 81st Army, or even the leaders of the Southeast Theater Command, in their eyes, we Night Tigers are a banner."

“Look at you guys, this is what a real man is, a real warrior! Not like a woman, stubbornly guarding her pitiful and lowly self-esteem.”

Xiao Zhuang turned his head away, seemingly unable to hear Lao Pao's sarcastic remarks.

"Look, look!" the old man reminded him.

The veterans led by Chen Pai stopped, and then everyone looked up to the sky and shouted, "Reconnaissance Company!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

"Disband!"

The veterans all turned and scattered, as if they were one.

"See that? That's what real soldiers are like. You guys are still a long way off."

Xiao Zhuang disagreed and lowered his voice to advise Chen Xiwa, "Don't go to that company. You'll be worked to death. We only have two years anyway, so it doesn't matter where we go. I'd rather raise pigs."

The old man sneered, "You're not even fit to be in the reconnaissance company! You're not even fit to raise pigs! Only the best soldiers are allowed to go to the reconnaissance company, understand? They're the best!"

Chen Xiwa's eyes widened. "Squad leader, is the reconnaissance company the legendary special forces?"

The veteran was suddenly interrupted and shouted, "Everyone, 10km cross-country race, time limit 35 minutes! If you're late, you won't get lunch, you'll be drinking swill. Let's go!"

Feng Yuxiu stood on the hillside, staring at the new recruits below.

Soldiers at the grassroots level seem to have a mysterious and hazy feeling about the term "special forces," believing that joining the special forces means being able to look down on everything.

But as Yuan Lang said, it's just a difference in function, there's no distinction between who is superior and who is inferior.

Of course, Feng Yuxiu now knows that those were all Yuan Lang's excuses; joining the special forces makes all the difference.

It means being able to stand tall and look back at the former rank-and-file soldiers.

The wind whipped up dust on the playground, and the old man stood alone, a hint of melancholy hidden in his eyes.

The footsteps grew louder as they approached. When Miao Lian walked over, his gaze followed the group of new recruits who were shouting and rushing up the mountain. A smile appeared on his lips: "You really know how to handle these greenhorns."

The veteran turned around at the sound of the voice, stood at attention, saluted, and said in a taut voice: "Company Commander!"

Miao Lian raised his hand in return, but waved it as soon as his fingertips touched the ground: "At ease."

He gazed in the direction where the new recruits had disappeared, his tone turning somber, "The recruits this time are not bad; there are a few promising talents. We need to keep a close eye on them."

"Yes," the old man answered readily.

"Think of a way, recruit them into our reconnaissance company." Miao Lian suddenly raised his voice, his eyes lighting up. "Especially that soldier, the college graduate, what's his name again?"

“Xiao Zhuang,” the old man immediately replied.

"Yes, Xiao Zhuang!" Miao Lian repeated, his tone full of determination. "I absolutely need this soldier. If necessary, I'll add fuel to the fire and cause some trouble. A soldier that others dare not take, I, Old Miao, will take!"

"Understood!"

Miao Lian nodded, then changed the subject: "By the way, how are your preparations for this year's special forces selection?"

The veteran straightened his back instantly, his voice brimming with pent-up energy: "Reporting, Company Commander! I'm determined to get selected this year too! I've been studying foreign languages ​​and chemistry all year, I'm sure I'll be chosen and become a special forces member!"

"Good! That's more like the soldiers I trained!" Miao Lian slapped his shoulder hard, his tone filled with a defiant spirit. "Damn it, the 586th Regiment's reconnaissance company got two selected last year, and their company commander was practically strutting around like crazy! This year, our company has to get at least two selected, and they both have to stay in the special forces brigade. Not a single one can be sent back! I want to show those guys from the 586th Regiment, the 587th Regiment, and the division's reconnaissance battalion who the best reconnaissance company commander is! Got it?"

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

Miao Lian smiled and nodded, but suddenly his face froze.

On the hillside, Feng Yuxiu quietly watched the two people plotting.

"Speaking of which, what do you think of this Company Commander of the Seventh Company? Even after being here for so long, I still don't fully understand what kind of person he is. Although he's new, he's still a captain, so he can't be an introvert."

Miao Lian couldn't figure out Feng Yuxiu's personality, so he asked Lao Pao.

The veteran hesitated for a moment, "I don't know, but I do know one thing: he's a man of action. And he's very disdainful of..."

"Disdain?" Miao Lian raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, contempt. He looks down on us veterans, squad leaders, and so on. Miao Lian, is that true? Did he really serve as an instructor in special forces? And participate in modern warfare? How could an officer like that come to the grassroots level?"

Miao Lian laughed, "That's normal. Look how old he is, younger than you. So young, yet he didn't graduate from officer's academy; he was promoted to captain from a common soldier. What do they lack most these days? Experience. Your ceiling is limited by rank promotion, not anything else."

"His ceiling isn't captain, or even company commander... just watch, he'll be promoted to field officer sooner or later. So this is his stepping stone."

The old man's eyes widened.

Miao Lian suddenly fell silent, then turned around and patted Pa Laopao on the shoulder, "I don't have much time left in the army, I hope you bunch of rascals can live up to my expectations."

The veteran's voice choked instantly, "Company Commander..."

"Are you planning to stay in the army forever? It's normal for people to leave and stay. Even our regimental commander is a professional. What are you crying about, brat..."

"gone."

After Miao Lian left, Lao Pao remained unconscious for a long time, and they had to face a reality.

Miao Lian doesn't have much time left; his military rank and time in the army have reached their limit.

Just because no one thinks about it doesn't mean it won't happen.

"Old Pao, there's still time in recruit training. Are you already planning to start recruiting with your old company commander? Which soldier have you set your sights on?" Feng Yuxiu appeared behind Old Pao at some point.

The veteran was startled, turned around and gave an embarrassed smile, "Company commander... not yet."

"Old Pao, you've learned to lie too?" Feng Yuxiu stared at Old Pao with a half-smile.

"Reporting to the company commander, I discussed with Company Commander Miao about recruiting a few good soldiers. As you know, after each recruit training session, each company commander will take a look at the soldiers they want in advance. It's a tradition."

Feng Yuxiu nodded. "I heard you've always wanted to join the special forces?"

The veteran paused for a moment.

"I served in the special forces twice, and I was just as good as the Lone Wolf Brigade. I know all too well what the special forces training subjects are like. Shall I tell you about them?"

The veteran was overjoyed.

The selection process for special forces has always been a huge temptation and a source of anxiety for all rank-and-file soldiers.

"Company commander, how could you possibly know about the selection process for special forces?" The veteran quickly realized what was going on.

Feng Yuxiu patted Lao Pao on the shoulder, "Do you know what your reconnaissance company's training looks like to me? It's like a bunch of babies being fed and then taken for a walk. But you're not a soldier in my company... so keep walking them."

The old man stared at Feng Yuxiu's retreating figure in silence for a long time.

-

Night fell. Feng Yuxiu closed the door and lit a fire in the foot bath.

He burned the Nine Dragons Combined Technique, which may have originated from the Republic of China era, to ashes.

Of course, he didn't know if there were any other rubbings, or if Peng Qianwu had made a copy.

As long as you memorize this thing and it can't be found on yourself, then it's fine.

Peng Qianwu could only die at his hands, once he was arrested by the police.

If Peng Qianwu were to reveal his skills and the state were to discover them, he would no longer be able to practice qigong.

This is a malignant tumor.

Gradually, Feng Yuxiu felt a warming sensation spreading through his internal meridians.

External application of Qigong has always been difficult; it is usually internal practice.

Gathering Qi on the skin's surface hardens the skin of the arms.

So you can see those who have trained their muscles and bones smashing bluestone with a single punch. Of course, some veterans in the army can also break a dozen or so stacked stones.

In the latter half of the night, Feng Yuxiu's skin began to turn red and sweat.

An indescribable feeling of madness made his whole body tremble.

The warm, moist feeling didn't dissipate until the early hours of the morning.

When Feng Yuxiu opened his eyes, he felt refreshed and his legs were no longer numb or congested.

He felt as refreshed as if he had just taken a nap while sitting cross-legged.

"efficient!"

However, upon closer examination, the transparent aura that Li Long unleashed in the Nine Dragons Combined might just be an illusion created by the refraction of light and rainwater.

He was a martial arts master himself, and he had never seen such a ridiculous skill in his entire life, where someone could swing out a transparent strip.

He didn't care about or care about these illusory things; as long as the Nine Dragons Union had an internal healing effect that could cure his aftereffects, that was enough.

There's still so much to do.

Xiahou Wu... and that damned Lu Xuanxin...

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"Company commander, we're almost assembled." The third platoon leader quickly stepped forward, saluted, and reported.

Feng Yuxiu returned the greeting, "Let's begin."

"Yes!"

The recruits lay prone on the ground in a line, their rifles still warm from firing.

The moment the gunfire ceased, no one dared to get up first; only the sound of metal clashing could be heard from the distant trench.

The target marking stick is marking the ring number on the target one by one.

"Seventy-eight rings!"

"Eighty-one rings!"

The sound of the target being scored rang out one after another until the pole stopped in front of Xiao Zhuang's target. After a two-second pause, it was shouted out loud: "Ninety-nine rings!"

The moment the words were spoken, the group of new recruits erupted into chaos.

Xiwa leaned over and nudged Xiaozhuang in the waist with his elbow, his eyes shining brightly: "You've been hiding this well, kid! How did you train your marksmanship? Did you secretly practice shooting birds at home?"

Xiao Zhuang's lips curled up slightly as he reached out and brushed the dust off his trouser leg. His voice was casual as he said, "I spent two years in the shooting team at the sports school and trained with air rifles."

"No wonder!" Xiwa slapped her thigh, her voice rising even louder. "I knew it! His aim is just as good as our class monitor's!"

"What's all the noise about?" Old Pao's voice suddenly came from behind, his binoculars still in his hand.

He glanced at the excited recruits, then pointed to the weapons rack not far away: "Go, bring that Type 85 sniper rifle over here!"

An old soldier immediately stood up, picked up his sniper rifle, and ran over quickly, the butt of the rifle hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Old Pao took the gun, then pulled a one-yuan coin from his pocket, twirled it between his fingers, and looked at Xiwa: "You, stand up and insert this into the crack in the wooden board at the top edge of Xiaozhuang's target."

Xiwa took the coin and ran towards the target, her shoes crunching on the pebbles.

He tiptoed to insert the coin into the gap, then took two steps back to make sure it hadn't fallen out before turning around and rushing back. When he reached the old soldier, he was still panting: "Reporting, squad leader, it's in!"

Old Pao didn't reply, and simply tossed the sniper rifle to Xiao Zhuang.

The gun felt cool to the touch, and Xiao Zhuang instinctively gripped the handguard tighter.

The veteran raised his chin and pointed to the target a hundred meters away, his tone devoid of emotion: "Can you knock that coin down?"

Xiao Zhuang squinted and pressed the scope against his brow bone.

The coin looked as small as a grain of rice in the lens, and the sunlight reflected off it, making his eyes water.

He was about to speak when he heard the old man sneer: "If you want to back down, it's not too late to say so now."

"Yes!" Xiao Zhuang suddenly looked up, his tone filled with a defiant spirit.

"Okay." The old man nodded, then changed the subject, "But let me make this clear: if you can't beat them, you have to do two hundred push-ups, not one less."

Xiao Zhuang licked his dry lips, his fingers gripping the trigger guard, and slowly pulled the safety off.

He took a deep breath and refocused his gaze on the scope.

The edge of the coin gradually became clear in the lens. He adjusted his breathing little by little, and applied even pressure with his index finger until the trigger made a soft "click".

The moment the bullet left the barrel, the recoil from the gun made my shoulder go numb.

All eyes were fixed on the coin. It seemed as if an invisible hand had touched it, and it fell to the ground with a clatter, rolling twice in the dust.

"We got it!" Xiwa was the first to jump up, and the new recruits cheered along with her.

The veterans who had been watching from behind also gathered around, pointing at Xiao Zhuang's target and whispering among themselves.

Xiao Zhuang put down his gun, and the corners of his mouth had just turned up slightly when Lao Pao poured cold water on his words: "What's all the noise about?"

The old man walked over, kicked a spent cartridge case on the ground, and his smile vanished in an instant. "Is this little bit of amateurish skill worth all this shouting?"

Xiao Zhuang's smile froze on his face. He didn't say a word, but silently handed the sniper rifle back.

Instead of taking the gun, the old man shouted towards the weapons rack, "Bring two more automatic rifles!"

Soon, two rifles were brought over. The old gunman grabbed one and tossed it to Xiao Zhuang, then shouted into the depths of the firing range: "Set up 100-meter moving rapid-fire targets for reconnaissance soldiers!"

Several soldiers immediately climbed out of the trench, carrying steel targets, and quickly installed them along the pre-set route.

The veteran turned to the two old soldiers next to him who were loading bullets: "Fill every magazine to the brim, don't be lazy."

The surroundings fell silent instantly, even the new recruits who had been cheering just moments before shut up and looked at Xiao Zhuang with concern.

Xiwa leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Forget it, Xiao Zhuang. Rapid fire is Old Cannon's forte. You couldn't beat him even if there were ten of you. Don't bother with him."

Xiao Zhuang gripped the rifle tighter, his palms sweating.

He knew he hadn't practiced this kind of subject, but the old man's earlier disdain, along with the subtle glances around him, completely ignited his competitive spirit.

He licked his lips, ignored Xiwa's words, and simply looked up at Laopao.

The old man saw through his thoughts and sneered, "What? You still want to compete with me? If you back down now, I'll pretend this never happened."

"Report!" Xiao Zhuang suddenly spoke up, his voice clear and bright, "My old man always says, 'Let's see what a mule is like!' Since the squad leader wants to have a competition, I'll have one with you!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting him to say that, then raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you're really getting cocky when you get a little help? Fine, let's have a go today! Same rules as before, if you lose, two hundred push-ups, not one less."

"Report!" Xiao Zhuang pressed, a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, "What if the class monitor loses?"

The old man blinked, as if he hadn't heard clearly: "What did you say?"

"Report! I mean, what should we do if the class monitor loses?" Xiao Zhuang repeated, his voice showing no sign of backing down.

The old man stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Fine, you've got guts! Even if I lose, I'll do two hundred push-ups, no cheating!"

Xiao Zhuang felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief before starting to inspect the rifle in his hand.

He pulled the bolt back and touched the magazine well to make sure everything was okay.

The veteran took the magazine from the old soldier and, while loading it into his rifle, explained the rules to Xiao Zhuang: "I'll give you a demonstration first, watch carefully. The reconnaissance soldier's 100-meter rapid-fire exercise requires running 100 meters within 40 seconds, during which 30 steel targets will appear. You need to shoot down more than 25 to pass. Do you understand?"

"Report! Understood!" Xiao Zhuang nodded, his eyes fixed on Lao Pao's movements, afraid of missing any details.

"Start the timer!" The veteran next to him pressed the stopwatch, and as soon as the voice fell, Lao Pao shot off like an arrow.

He first lunged forward and fell to the ground with a swift and decisive movement, the rifle in his hand already loaded with a magazine and the safety pulled out in advance.

Almost simultaneously, two steel targets suddenly jumped out from the slope. The veteran gunner fired his gun, and with two loud bangs, the targets fell to the ground.

He immediately stood up, took his gun, and strode forward, his steps never faltering as his finger kept pulling the trigger.

Bullet casings kept ejecting from the gun barrel, landing on the ground with a crisp sound.

The recruits were dazzled by the sights and didn't dare to breathe, with only the ticking of the stopwatch echoing across the firing range.

Xiao Zhuang gripped the gun tighter, his mind racing as he memorized Lao Pao's route, firing angle, and the target's trajectory.

Soon, Lao Pao reached the 100-meter finish line. As soon as the last target jumped out, he raised his hand and fired a shot. The target fell to the ground with a thud.

"36 seconds! All hits!" the veteran who was timing the shot shouted out the result.

The new recruits gasped in shock, and Xiwa was so anxious that she scratched her head and whispered to Xiaozhuang, "We're doomed, how are we going to compete like this?"

The veteran walked back, his training uniform soaked with sweat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Xiao Zhuang: "I won't bully you. You don't need to follow the standard reconnaissance soldier's movements. As long as you can finish firing within 40 seconds and hit all the targets, you win."

"Report! Thank you for showing mercy, squad leader." Xiao Zhuang straightened his back, his face full of defiance.

The old man waved his hand: "Don't give me that crap. If you're ready, just call 'start' yourself."

Xiao Zhuang took the magazine, pressed it firmly into the gun, and pulled the bolt to confirm that the bullet was chambered.

He took a deep breath; his heart was pounding in his chest, yet he remained remarkably calm.

He looked up at the finish line and shouted, "Start!"

Before he finished speaking, he darted out like a rabbit, even faster than the old gunman from before.

He had only run two steps when two targets jumped out from the opposite slope. As he rushed forward, Xiao Zhuang quickly pulled back the safety and fired two shots, the targets hitting the ground with a thud.

The old man stood still, his binoculars never falling down, a serious look in his eyes.

Although Xiao Zhuang's movements were clumsy and even awkward, unlike his fluid movements, he could immediately judge the position of each target as it popped out, and his firing was exceptionally decisive, with almost no hesitation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out one after another. Xiao Zhuang ran through every point on the pre-set route. It was as if the rifle in his hand was attached to his body. Every time he raised his gun, he hit the target accurately.

He quickly ran to the last shooting position, where only one target remained.

The target popped out with a "whoosh," and Xiao Zhuang raised his hand to shoot. But whether he was too hasty or his hand slipped, the bullet missed and flew past the edge of the target.

The surrounding recruits all exclaimed "Ouch!" and even Xiwa closed her eyes.

But Xiao Zhuang didn't panic. He jumped forward without hesitation and swung his automatic rifle at the same time.

The gun, still carrying momentum, slammed into the steel target with a loud crash, knocking the target to the ground.

He stood beside the target, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

The veteran who was timing quickly pressed the stopwatch, glanced at the time, and shouted, "36 seconds! All hits!"

The veteran's face flushed red instantly; he had actually lost to a new recruit.

But the next second, as if grasping at some kind of lifeline, he looked at Feng Yuxiu standing in the distance.

Feng Yuxiu gazed calmly at Xiao Zhuang, who was standing at the shooting range, smiling.

(End of this chapter)